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Copyright 1912 
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CHRISTMAS GREETINGS 

Let us send glad Christmas greetings 
To our neighbors far and near; 

Throw them broadcast, scatter blessings, 
Help the sorrowing smile through tears; 

Let them reach some homeless wanderer 
Gray w^ith age, and sore w^ith care ; 

Let sweet childhood memories ponder 
On those days, w^hen blessings rare 
Mingled songs with mother's prayer. 




WHEN THE MISTS HAVE PASSED 
AWAY 

When the mists have passed away 

And the shadows disappear, 
From this Hfe of toil and wander, 

Where w^e bhndly plod with tears 
We shall learn His righteous wisdom 

Calming all our doubts and fears, 
Feel the sunshine of His glory, 
Hear the angels tell the story ; 

When the mists have passed away. 

When the mists have passed away 
And death's angel leads the w^ay, 

Through the valley, and the shadow, 
Till we sight that other shore, 

Shall w^e see some loved ones waiting. 
Waiting, watching as of yore } 
For the mists have passed away ? 



When the mists have passed away, 
And the angels at our coming 

Open wide the mystic w^ay, 

We shall throw our soul's tired weeping 

Back to earth, and leave behind 
** Footprints in the sands of time?'* 

Will these memories intertwine 

Friendship, love, and truth divine ? 

Let us gather up the fragments 

Of a life of toil and striving, 
And w^ith love and patience trusting 

Through the sunshine and the storming, 
We shall see through cloudy shadows. 

And behold the silvery lining 

When the mists have passed away. 



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THE BOOK OF LIFE 

In the Book of Life as we turn the leaves over 
And read from its pages a Kne of the past; 
We see through time's shadow and wonder, if ever 
We'll learn some good lesson from the past that 
w^ill last; 
No matter which way our footsteps may stray, 
There's a lesson of patience, forgiveness and 
love ; 
There are times we may brighten w^ith smiles by 
the way, 
The sorrowing mourner who plods the long day, 
And throw in each pathway a branch like the dove. 
That tells them there's sunshine to brighten the 
way. 



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WHAT DOES IT MATTER? 

What does it matter, the when or where 

The death angel hovers, 
And shadow^s the near ? 

If the faces of loved ones 
Bend lovingly near 

To catch our last w^hisper. 
We'll meet over there. 

What does it matter 

Though mid silence and tears, 
God's angel of mystery 

Frees the soul from all cares } 
Through the sorrow at parting. 

Shines the glory of meeting. 
Over there somewhere, somewhere. 




SOMETIME 

Sometime, somewhere, and in some way w^e 
shall throw^ off this mortal life, and soar above 
earth's cloudy rays, to meet the sunshine of that 
other life. When all life's mysteries are made 
clear to our tired searchings after truth, to satisfy 
our hungry souls, we shall throw our burdens to 
the floating breeze, and catch the glimpse of glory 
shining through the realms of eternity's mystery; 
where time is not measured by the setting sun, or 
seasons change the radience of the noonday's ray. 
Yes, we shall live again. But where ? 




MEMORY'S LANE 

I stray sometimes, when the sun dips low 

And the shadowy twiUght creeps on to the night, 

Down memory's lane, through its crooked, w^ild 

ways ; 
To see if the Fate's somewhere in their flight, 
Left a balm that would charm all our sorrow^ away. 

The stars w^inked and blinked in their frolicsome 
glee. 

And the moon in her glory sailed happy and free. 

But the w^inds softly w^hispered, "no, nothing but 
tears. 

And the hope of that meeting, somewhere, some- 
where? 

Be patient! and trust till life's mysteries are cleared 

In that realm of eternity's glorified sphere* 



WHEN 

I shall hear your voices when I've stemed the 

river's tide ; 
I shall feel the love you gave me, when Vm on the 

other side ; 
I shall shout glad hallilujah, when the veil is drawn 

aside ; 
And with outstretched arms of welcome hold you 

to my heart again. 




BIRTHDAY WISHES 

Just enough -weeping to lay the dust in Hfe*s path- 
way; 
Just enough sorrow to grasp every blessing, 
And smiling, scatter love's light by the way. 
Just enough glory to save from transgressing. 
And reach out a blessing that helps lead the way. 
Through clouds of misfortune, and find by the w^ay 
Love*s bright, golden sunshine through each cloudy 
day. 




DEC 14 1912 



Additional copies may be obtained 
by addressing Miss M. J. Gardiner, 
5 1 West Central St., Franklin, Mass., 
or the Printer, Franklin Job Print, 
25 East Central Street 



